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Five years passed. High school passed by in a whiz, and I aced all of my exams. Vampire memory helped a lot and I did have a lot of time at night to read up, hunt, and practice with my powers. Keeping busy was a good way to keep the pain at bay. I had found the things that Edward left under my floorboards, and the hope was raised some more. If he really didn't love me anymore, he would have gone away without leaving anything behind. And as hard as I tried, I just couldn't see him as such a sadist. It was getting easier to say his name, even if it did bring up painful memories.
College passed by fast as well. I majored in fashion design, partly as a tribute to Alice. My art skills improved by leaps and bounds after being turned, and it became a hobby for me to design clothes. It helped my creativity a lot. I had wanted to become a writer but art was something more natural for me. And I could churn out pieces of work so fast I graduated early.
I returned to Forks about a year ago and set up a boutique, designing and producing all the clothes myself. Charlie and Renée were proud of me. I had told them that I turned to a company for producing all the clothes, but with my vampire speed, I could make about a hundred pieces of clothes every night. I told Charlie that I needed a space of my own to work and he did not question me when I decided to move into the Cullen house.
I set up a shop in Forks Shopping Mall and called my boutique "For Cunell". I wanted my boutique to have something related to the Cullens and after playing around with the words, I decided on the name. I designed clothes for all kinds of people, and my boutique was quite a hit in Forks.
Pulling myself back to the present, I stepped out of the Ferrari I had bought and went into the house, expecting to find Charlie. I concentrated on Charlie's thoughts and was startled to find nothing at all. I started to panic. Charlie's health had deteriorated over the past few years and he was still stubborn as to quitting his job. Not caring and speeding into his room, I found him on the bed, not breathing, heart not beating. Charlie had died in his sleep.
I was shaken. Charlie was a great dad and I loved him a lot. For him to pass away so suddenly, it was a shock and I could not help dry sobbing. I had to calm myself down as I made the funeral arrangements.
The funeral was held in a few days and many people grieved for the loss of Chief Swan. I grieved for my dad, even though I knew that it had to happen sooner or later. I was just glad that it had not been Charlie seeing me off if I had faked my death.
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